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we come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun wher the hot springs blow,

oh the hammer gods will drive our ships to new lands,
fight the horde, sing and cry,
valala im coming,

alwayse sweeping, with threshinng oar,
our only goal will be the western shore,

we come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow,

How soft your fields, so green,
can whisper tales of gold,
of how we calmed, the tides of war,
we are your over lord

alwayse sweeping, with threshinng oar,
our only goal will be the western shore,

But now you better stop, and rebuild all your ruins, for peace and trust
can win the day, despite all of your loosings.